Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-07-31
GREAT BANK ROBBERY.
A Romance OF the Metropolis Founded
Upon Notes From the Diary
81 of Inspector Byrnes.
BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE, AUTHOR OF
"GARTH," ETC, ETC.
Copyrighted, 1887, by o. NJ. Durham. All
rights reserved.
CHAPTER XII

| ISOpJ 1854, Dy ". NJ. DunhSm. All
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CHAPTER XII.
| 1t was so easy that she stopped to re-
fleet. Was it certain that she was pro-
| tectec at all points? Yes; no trace OF
her presence or agency would remain
T, No one knew where she was that night
no one would discover the result Of her
handiwork for two days at least-snd the
| instrument of death would leave no
trace. She might be suspected; indeed,
| she knew that there was one nan who
would certainly suspect her, but it would
! be suspicion that never could De veri-
fed. On the whole, she did not regret
this. 1t would be piqusnt to have some
| one know Whist she had done and vet be
poWerless to call her to account for it.
! tGr their crimes, as well as for their viz
tues, women crave some sort Of en- Gu
J dience.
! While within she had been debating
thus, externally she had been carrying on
the conversation with Grady. How
| pleased he was. Well, she could afford
to please him. She entered into all his
sche mes and fiattered him and petted
| him, and overT once in while her hand
came back to that pocket. How could
the man gaze SO intently into her eyes
which offered themselves to him and not
see the purpose lurking there? Perhaps
he did see it and mistook it for love. 1t
was love-but not for him!
Occasionally she let her glance travel
round the room, noting It's every feature.
What q dingy place to die in! There was
not single agreeable object in it. In one
corner on three cornered shelf stood
a water cooler. The box in which
the treasure was packed rested On 9
chair in front of the window. The paper
on the walls was ugly and shabby. Every
thing WAS commonplace and repulsive,
like its owner. But he could die and
that was something.
When should she begin? There was q
cheap clock on the mantelpiece that tick
ed loudly. 1t marked seven minutes of
IL. She would wait until IL. The man
who was looking forward to 3 lifetime Of
gratifed passion with her, was already
within q few inches: as 1t were, of the
eternal precipice. The power and the
knowledge were hers. She was Fate with
the shears in her hand. II was an into1i-
eating sensation, and she laughed out:
with asmusical gurgle of sound. Then
she remembered that this was not 8
dream, not fight Of Imagination, but 8
reality. 1t turned her little faint. She
leaned back in her chair. AS she did sc
her eyes fell on the clock. 1t was al
ready y. She drew a long breath ant
looked a. him.
"Uhat ais you, lasS?" he said in his
absurd tender tone. "You looked
peaked"
81 fell cold" she said. "Have yo
any Uine?"
GCood enough" he exclaimed, hi. fac
Frightening. "There's bottle OF sherr,
in the cupboard, and that done happel
evelJ day neither. never WIS much O
LIQUOR myself; it's no good for business
But I'm done with business now, an
YOU and me will have dram together
He took out the bottle and locke
about for corkscrew. There was non
to be found, so he opened his pocket
knife and attempted to pry the cork out
- All this was prolonging his life. All 8
once it occurred to her that an interrur
ton might occur-some one might com
IN. This was matter that could not
postponed. If he were alive tomorrow
and she failed to keep her sppointmer
81 the stesmer wharf, she knew that
would be open war between them, and
would publish to the world all that II
world must never know.
She became nervous and impatient; h'
eyes grew larger and very bright.
"Give me the knife,n she said a. lengt
az know way"
She took the knife by the blade ar
struck upward against the neck OF Il
botHe The hesd, with the cork IL
aew f 81 the third blow. End some
the wine wss spilled on the hJCr. S.
o1ked round for wine glass.
"There amt such 3 thing in the place
sSii Grady. "Never mind, We'll drill
out OF the bottle!"
GOA, nc, that will never do. We 1nu
have glasses O. some kiGd."
I'm tell you WHIST HI de-" exclsim
: he III momen6. "ru step outside g.
borrow couple from the saloon on t
corner."
She was half inclined to consent to TIL
bat the risk was too great. "HaveI
you any tumblers here?" she asked an
iously.
Grady went into the next room to sE
Presently he returned with rather dil
glass, part of the edge of which W
q Clipped off. But it would do. If the
- were only another.
. Gwen drink first one end then the o
ith Fer" Grady said, as he poured the Wi
ar jinto the lumber. She began 20 lear 4
I'D ell wss lost by this ridiculous sccidel
Sc 4 How could she put the contents OF
Nsfphial into the tum bier while he sal Tx
- looking OF? Suddenly her eye caus1t
"a 9attered tin cup on the shelf beside
3 water cooler. That was the solution
1. the difficulty.
I Sac took the tumbler in one hand, VIII
the other, in her pocket, removed
&c christopher from the phial. Sac raised
wine to her lips and drank it off. q
she set the glass down she exclaiu
abruptly: GOA, there's something, 81
that little tn cup!"
- G-8dy looked around. "Sure enough
s said ne. al tskes g woman to lie
msn what's under his nose."
BE got up snd went to the shelf.
that moment her hand had slipped
of her pocket and had made gu
movement over the empty glass. CIR;
returned, put the TIN cup on the table
poured wine into it.
HAnd into this, tool" she exclaim
holding out the tumbler.
\, Once more the yellow wine eurs
~ from the broken mouth Of the bottle.
\ 1t were discolored by wat it ming
s. with there the dirt On the glass proven
its being noticed.
Snow we're tixed," he said, a1d raj
the tin cup to his mouth.